She Brings The Rains
The Rain is Forgiveing in Her Rule When made Happy from the Inhabitants of a Dead or Dying land She pours forth Mercy in Lifebaring Water When Angered She gives It up to Her Enemy's Rule And waits for the Day to Take it Back From the Clutches of...
Speech 6. Rain
Wet and cold, and when it hits my face it sometimes reminds me someone is crying on top me, so i will stay out and soak in the rain, just so that the rain drops are not alone.
The rain...
The rain... Those times when I actually feel at peace. Those times when I feel the patter of the rain against my scales. Most others prefer to stay inside. I prefer to go out and live in the cold. The rain... The rain is peaceful... The rain...
survival of the packs
chapter 1 purity and hope \*the day I get told about the poachers attacking my friends this happens on a wednesday "purity will you come here please" says the leader (my mum), "why" I say. "JUST GET YOUR BUTT HERE" she's shouting now. "coming,...
survival of the packs
chapter 1 purity and hope \*the day I get told about the poachers attacking my friends this happens on a wednesday "purity will you come here please" says the leader (my mum), "why" I say. "JUST GET YOUR BUTT HERE" she's shouting now. "coming,...
Around the Bend Part I
The otter walked to the edge of the sixty-three floor skyscraper and stretched, breathing in the late afternoon air of the big city. He scanned the streets below, watching the furs busy themselves with pointless errands until a beep...
Kobold in a field (Otherwise Untitled)
She cried in the rain.
Against a Tree (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The blue jay huddled in against the base of the tree, surrounded otherwise by bushes, rain torrenting, and the stuttering rumble of thunder. ~ "It's okay.", the chill working its way into his underfluff. ~ "I'm safe.", a bolt of lighting striking...
The Rain
I'm depressed, its late, I can't sleep, and my whole area is flooded. My heart goes out to my mate, not a day goes by I don't think about you. What you read here is not quite a story, not quite a poem. It's just...or will be a fragment of my past. ...
Rain
He knew how much loki hated it too, so there was no denying how he felt out in the rain. "i wish i could meet her. she sounds great and it is hard to believe she ended up with him.
The Rain
My life started in the rain, in a strange city, on a strange street, cold and wet. and i have always felt it would end the same way. the figure came to me, tall, dark, very scary to my young eyes. i wept more, afraid of what this person would do to me.
looky, look. poem
Looky, looky over there do you see me. Wait no that can't be. Then around you go with no sight of me. A rub of the head and a wallet less. They scream at me for the things I do. But hey it just me, it the nature of things. It is wrong it's bad it a...